Do you believe the people who be surrounding me? Yes, we will believe.
The spit-bread girls got something that I need. Yes, we will believe.
Girls I'll take a loaf if you're offering. Yes, we will believe.
Scrub your webbed hands cause you girls are none too clean. Yes, we will believe.
Now Spit!
Girls you spit all day, your throats will dry and flake.
Here's my offering, take my spit-kiss and your dry will go away
With my spit-kiss you will become clean. Yes, we will believe.
No more shall you gather I got's everything you need. Yes, we will believe.
The buckets round my waist hold your new bread mixins. Yes, we will believe.
Work your piston arms inside my buckets then spit my needs. Yes, we will believe.
Now Spit!
[you did us wrong, you did us wrong]
Girls you are pure-clean-females, you must realize my buckets they need refilled.
The poor-folks laws, well those are my ways. I make sugary lip moves, yes, I will persuade
You to wear my gathering buckets, but before you leave how's 'bout one more spit-kiss?
We were brought up by hand, ate flower and water. Not soft lip waifs raised on the breast of the mother.
We walked the woods with blankets tied round our waists. We were generous and kind with everything we ate.
But, we got lazy went against the poor's-laws, our baskets grew holes dropping everything we got.
I made unclean with my mixed up offering, I need spit-girls to leave.